Cindy crisis solved, apparently, thanks to Brian. More trouble ahead, though. Big time. Maybe. This ended up longer than I'd planned, so I split it almost exactly in half. Part 10 will finish the series.
North Carolina was always a big game for Duke's Lady Blue Devils. Practically-same-town rivals, this contest had been an especially tough one. Four Duke starters had fouled out on their home court, but the bench had kept them close. Now, during a time-out, Duke's coach set up the play for the last five seconds. Duke ball at half court. 59-58 North Carolina. Kim was in the game. As a freshman, she hadn't had much court time during the season so far, but foul trouble had Duke deep into their bench at the end. She was at power forward. Ginny Adamson, Duke's star shooting guard, and only remaining starter, was sure to get the final attempt.
The buzzer sounded and the teams took the floor. The referee handed the ball to Duke's point guard and blew her whistle. Inbounded, finally, to Ginny, who barely got free to receive the pass 30 feet from the hoop. She was immediately triple-teamed. Improvising with a lightning-fast pass, Ginny found Kim wide open underneath. North Carolina had bet that they could leave the freshman alone. Kim took the ball up for an easy basket. As the ball came out of the net the buzzer sounded. Game over. Duke wins by one. Kim was mobbed by teammates, and found Ginny to hug. The capacity crowd went crazy. Even the North Carolina fans cheered. Love-struck mushball that I was, I remembered a similar last-second shot she had missed in the high school state finals, and shed a tear. I was so happy for her I could have burst. Mushball.
Kim got permission for me join the team for the post-game meal at a local restaurant. The energy level was just short of a food fight, even with the mental and physical exhaustion of a rough, close game. This was my first time with the whole team. I hadn't realized I was in for a hazing. I was teased mercilessly, as was Kim. But it was all good-natured, with smiles and light laughter. Lots of requests for me to massage legs, looking to see if they could kindle jealousy in Kim. Instead, she gave exaggerated rave reviews and recommendations about how good I was with my hands. Shrieks and whistles, and questions about my talents with other body parts. Women can be just as crude as us guys, it seems. Relentlessly interrogated about how we planned to celebrate Kim's winning the game, Kim just smiled. I blushed, or rather, continued blushing. We kept mum. They all laughed.
Kim towed me back to her room by the hand. I could barely keep up. We burst through the door and Cindy jumped in surprise.
"Kim! I heard! It's so exciting!"
"Out," said Kim curtly. "Dave, call Brian and tell him he has a guest for the night. Cindy, you have thirty seconds to get your stuff and get out of here."
I dialed the phone on the wall. Cindy scampered to collect books, a change of clothes, and a toothbrush. At 29 seconds Kim almost slammed the door on Cindy's butt as she left.
Kim stood in the middle of the room, stock still, arms at her sides, looking at me.
"Remember when you said that sometimes you feared that I might fuck you to death?" Her voice was quiet and even. She looked fierce. I'd never seen her look fierce.
I nodded, slightly, once. She had taken it as a compliment
"Start worrying." She moved and in a flash stripped my clothes off and flung them aside.
She pointed. "Bed. In it. Now." Fierce. I jumped and slid under the covers.
Kim, to my great surprise, then started a slow, sexy striptease. Humming her own soundtrack, off came her sweatshirt, revealing a gray Duke T-shirt, all with sensuous moves and hip action. That came off leaving a white bra. Sweatpants came off leaving white panties, with more suggestive motions of the hips. At that point, she couldn't hold it any more and burst into giggles. She jumped onto the bed and covered my face with kisses, laughing all the time, hugging me tight. The act was over.
"Can you believe it! I won the game! I didn't choke and miss! We won!" She laughed and hugged me tighter. I hugged back and laughed with her. Straddling me, she reached behind and released her bra. As it came off, I spent a moment thanking the universe for the grace and perfection of her body.
"You have to do anything I want," she said casually as she took her panties off. "I'm in the mood for a celebration, and you're going to give it to me." Pulling down the covers, she climbed in and assumed our favorite cuddle position. "I'm the star for the night, and I deserve to get what I want. And what I want is a lot of you," She paused. "Thank you for being so nice at dinner. That must have been awful."
"First," I said, stroking her back using the arm she was nestled into. "It was fine at dinner. It was all good-natured teasing. You've won their hearts, too, or else they wouldn't have treated us the way they did. They were sweet. I actually enjoyed it, seeing it for what it was. Second, you are my star every night, and so are entitled to, and deserve, whatever you desire. Third, I'm proud of you, excited for you, and love you with all my heart."
She snugged in closer, with an affectionate hug. "I'm so lucky to have you. You're just the best a girl could ever hope for." She moved up so that she could kiss me. A tender kiss, light brushing of lips.
"And so," I said. "What does my beautiful lady desire?"
"She would like it if her man would please kiss every square inch of her body."
"May I pay special attention to certain parts?"
"Yes, please. But no need to hurry. I want to lavish in the luxury of your lips all over me."
"'Lavish in the luxury of my lips...' You've been practicing that line, haven't you?"
She giggled. "Well, it sort of came to me at dinner, and I remembered it."
"Well, then, let me ravish you lavishly."
I started by ravishing her lips, slowly at first, but building intensity with my lips and tongue. Naked bodies entwined, we touched from head to toe. I never tired of kissing Kim. I could do it for days. She always had such a fresh taste, such soft lips, and such a welcoming tongue. She could kiss lightly as a hummingbird, and as passionately as, well, as I could, to be sure. And loving this little girl as much as I did, that amounted to a lot of passion at times. I liked it when kissing her I could feel her smile -- that slight tension across her lips. I could run my fingers through her long, silky blonde hair as we kissed. I could hold her close when I kissed her, and feel her warm body against mine. Kissing was just the best.
And even better when I kissed all the other bits. To which I now attended.
I kissed her cheek, then her chin, then neck. For the next hour, it was a leisurely tour as I worked my lips all over her. Down her neck to her shoulder, down her chest to slowly, tenderly kiss every square inch of her breasts, saving nipples, by that time fully erect, until last. After plenty of attention to them, I worked my way down her delicious tummy. I made her laugh when I tongued her belly button. But it was a wonderful belly button, in the middle of a spectacular tummy, and I liked it very much. It deserved to be tongued and loved.
Bypassing a certain prize, I worked my way down her long, long legs, alternating my kisses and licks. I kissed her feet, tongued the bottoms of them, and even sucked her toes, which made her giggle. Rolling her on her stomach, I kissed my way slowly up the backs of her legs, paying special attention to the backs of her knees, and enjoying very much kissing and nipping the backs of her thighs. I spent time sloppily kissing her butt, which made her laugh out loud. I love that special place where butt meets legs, a slight curve of the thigh leading to a fold of skin, less so with Kim's taut, dynamite ass. Well worth spending time caressing with one's tongue, one leg at a time. This was so much fun. I was glad humans were made with two legs. Double the pleasure.
Up her back was next, which I combined with a backrub. That was met with appreciative sighs and little noises. Lots of slow, languorous licks up the spine, with alternately firm and soft hands kneading the muscles on either side. Moving her hair out of the way, I finally got back to her neck, and lavished kisses all over it. I moved to the side, and rolled her to look at me.
"There's one place I haven't been yet," I said.
She nodded, slightly, once. I rolled her on her back and climbed between her legs. I started kissing her chin, and slowly moved down. Once again, I paused and spent time with each lovely breast, kneading and kissing and sucking. Gentle pinches. Each was a perfect handful, firm and beautiful. They deserved my love, too. And I gave it.
On down, dragging my tongue down her belly. It was time. I lifted her legs and put them on my shoulders. Before me was the prize. I began with gentle, light flicks of my tongue on her labia. She jumped. I don't think she quite expected that. My licks became longer, firmer. Her musky smell filled my nostrils, and her taste covered my tongue. I held her hips, and then stretched arms up to take her breasts. She moaned and bucked. I stuck my tongue between her lips and licked the insides. I took my time and ate her as sweetly as I could. She seemed to love it, going off into some place far away, but still enjoying the feelings of my mouth on her pussy. I flattened my tongue and put it directly on her clit. She shuddered, returning to this moment, and held my head to her.
I looked up. "More?"
She nodded. "Yes, please!"
Obliging, I went to work again, licking, flicking kissing her delightful pussy. She clamped her legs around my head. I took her hips and pulled her onto my mouth. Her moans and cries filled the room, her exquisite body writhing sinuously. She was so wet. She shuddered and came hard, arching off the bed.
"Oh, Dave, that's so good! That's just what I need! Oh, God! It's wonderful!"
"More?" I asked.
She shook her head. "I don't think I can take any more right now. Come to me." Arms outstretched.
